I recall the story, that n[Bm7-5]ight of love and glory,A night that left my heart romantic scars; We stood so near to Heaven tha[Bm7-5]t I reached clear to HeavenAnd gathered you a handful of stars.

Sweet remembered hour when [Bm7-5]love began to flowerWith moonlight through the trees like silver bars; And as the moon grew older, I [Bm7-5]reached across your shoulderAnd gathered you a handful of stars.

Bridge:I placed my fingertips upon your lips and stars fell in your eyes;Moonglow made a halo of your hair,Suddenly you looked at me and dreams began to rise --Oh, what things un - spo - ken trem - bled in the air.

Our hearts were madly beating, and[Bm7-5] then our lips were meeting,And Venus seemed to melt right into Mars. And while we stood caressing, blue [Bm7-5]Heaven sent a blessing --A shower of handful of stars.